Chapter 333 - Disappearance (2/2)
Wilkes opens the doors to the Carrow library. It had been dusty when he first entered the library, but since then the Carrow house elf had begun to clean the place as well. Though small when in comparison to others, it was a treasure trove of the dark arts. There were many a volume that no longer existed in this world, but here the knowledge was still preserved and thriving.
Wilkes paused at seeing the tall, thin, dark-haired figure before him. A cold ice-like aura permeated all around the dark-haired, sharp-faced man, Rodolphus Lestrange. ”I did not know the Dark Lord had given you the right of entry, Lestrange,” Wilkes softly said.
Rodolphus Lestrange closes his book with a snap and raises his bone-chilling gaze. ”I do not see how that is any of your concern, Wilkes. Are you my nanny to care about my every whereabout?”
”I merely aim to protect the Dark Lord's interests,” Wilkes said through narrowed eyes, but his gentle smile on his face does not disappear.
”Is that so?” Rodolphus said as a cold smirk appeared on his face. ”I did not know the Dark Lord had gained a mother nor much less a wife. But I suppose the Dark Lord could have other such interests.”
In emphasis, Rodolphus runs his eyes slowly up and down Wilkes's figure. ”I suppose you'd be acceptable when it came to those kinds of things. Young and attractive, I can see why the Dark Lord would fall for your charms, Wilkes. Personally, though I always believed it'd be Pyrites. But I suppose in this case youth wins over experience in the end.”
”How dare you, Lestrange!” Wilkes roared. ”There is no such disgusting relationship between the Dark Lord and me!”
”Ah, well,” Rodolphus said as he put the book away into the folds of his robes. ”Then do not stick your nose where it is unwanted, Wilkes. Whether the Dark Lord has or has not given his permission is none of your concern, boy.”
Wilkes clenched his wand in hand as Rodolphus sneers and brushes past him. Rodolphus suddenly paused to brush off a green pine stem from Wilkes's shoulder. ”And I am the one being so vehemently chided?” Rodolphus's mused out loud. ”What would the Dark Lord think of your little walks, Wilkes? You wouldn't happen to be a spy, now would you, Wilkes?”
Wilkes's face contorts with rage as Rodolphus did not miss the annoyance nor the flicker in Wilkes's eyes. Rodolphus did not betray himself as he said, ”Good evening, Wilkes. Don't let the bed bugs bite,” before sweeping out of the library.
Wilkes's eyes narrow into slits the doors close shut behind Lestrange. He'd need to kill Lestrange when the time came, but Dolohov was much more of an immediate threat. It was a shame that Bellatrix had died otherwise Rodolphus would be remarkably malleable and easy to manipulate. But for the moment, he had more urgent things to take care of.
Turning away, Wilkes walks over to the bookshelf and finds that which he sought. It was not a book on necromancy, but rather on ancient wards. Yes, it would prove most useful in time. But for the moment, he'd learn all that he could.